Page 94 of Wild Love
I’m touched that he put so much effort into this, but I really shouldn’t be surprised. Johnny is a considerate guy and also, as it turns out, an awesome date.
Again, inside he gives his name at the desk because every lane is booked. It’s dark with neon lights, and upbeat music plays loudly over the sound of bowling balls knocking into the pins. A concession serves food like pretzels and pizza, and there’s a full bar.
We get shoes and pick out our balls, and then Johnny leads me to the bar where he orders me a Pop Rocks cocktail. It’s bright blue and served in a tall glass with the candy around the rim. I take a hesitant sip. It’s sweet and bubbly and delicious. He kisses me while the rocks pop in my mouth, making us both laugh.
“You’re good at this,” I say as he punches in our names to start the game.
“Bowling?”
“No,this.” I motion between us. “This is the best date I’ve ever been on.”
I feel the instant need to correct the word date because I’m not even sure that’s what this is. Do you go on dates with your slam piece? But Johnny’s smile lifts slowly. “Yeah?”
I nod. “How come you don’t date more?”
He shoots me a look and laughs it off.
“I’m serious. In the two years that I’ve known you, I’ve never heard you talk about going out with a girl and doing something like this.”
“I haven’t. Not really. I was pretty content hanging with my boys in Valley.” He smiles. “And you and the girls.”
I wonder how things will change now that he’s left the college atmosphere behind. After I go, he’ll spend more time with his team and meet new people. New girls. Lots of girls. I’m getting to see this side of him he hasn’t shown anyone else yet, and I feel fiercely protective over it.
“You’re up first,” he says and leans back. “Show me what you got.”
What I have isn’t much. I’m a terrible bowler but too competitive to give up after the first game where he destroys me.
We start the second, and I decide to go with distraction and frustration to beat my opponent. It’s my turn, and I walk in front of him, sticking out my butt in exaggerated form.
I only manage to hit three pins, but when I turn around, he’s chuckling, brows raised.
“It’s going to be like that, huh?”
“Like what?” I play innocent as I take a seat next to him and reach across him, brushing my boobs against his arm as I get my drink. It’s my third. They aren’t very strong, but the Pop Rocks are fun.
He licks the side of my drink and then kisses me. His tongue sweeps in and tangles with mine. The sweet candy pops and tingles. I’m breathless when he pulls back. His voice deepens, and his gaze pins me in place. “Two can play that game, Kota.”
Neither of us moves. The air between us feels thick. He cups the back of my neck and kisses me again. His hand travels over my shoulder, down my arm, and to my thigh, where he inches along the hem of my dress. I hold my breath as his fingers disappear underneath and brush against my panties.
It’s dark, and we’re sitting so close that I’m not worried about anyone seeing, but I glance around to make sure no one is looking this way, anyway. His thumb makes a slow circle over my clit. My body shakes as he pushes one finger under the lacy material.
“You should have worn a dress,” I say as I dig my fingernails into the denim covering his thighs.
“No fucking kidding.”
I slide my hand higher, and he groans. My panties fall back in place as he stops what he was doing and stands.
“Let’s go.” He takes my hand and heads off. I think we’re leaving and grab my purse, but he leads me down a hallway to the bathrooms. I try to drop his hand as he enters the one labeled MENS, but he pulls me through and shuts the door.
As soon as I’m inside, he backs me against it and kisses me hard. Then, he lifts me by the waist, and I wrap my legs around him. His bulge hits at the perfect spot. My eyes fall closed as he grinds into me. When my orgasm is close, I scramble to undo his pants, and he pulls a condom from his wallet and then helps me push his jeans and boxers down far enough that his cock springs free. Every move is frantic. He covers himself, shoves the soaked material of my panties aside, and pushes inside of me.
We both cry out with such relief. I hang on to his neck, burying my face and breathing him in as he fucks me against the bathroom door. He murmurs quietly, “You’re mine. I can’t believe you’re really mine.”
And I relish in the feeling of being his, even if it’s only for a short time.
* * *
The next weekgoes by in a blur of orgasms and laughter. We hit happy hour with Jack and Declan one night, and another night we video chat with our friends from Valley. It’s a happy little bubble. Friends in public and then kissing every second we’re behind closed doors.
